Two monks sitting on a fallen branch Looking cowlish, blue and grey against The likely sky, just a yap away From philosophy, perhaps an Epiphonous chanticleerism; The one on the left has Halcyonitis and sips from Leaf-fonts with an air of celebration; The one on the right is just back From the ironymonger's and is still Squeaky around the coverts. A likely pair to vote for the Fellows in the black suits next week, Like so many of the other Ravening lumpenpoetariat.
- David Mitchell |
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